Space E-war

[Iceking]

Jewel eye moved slowly and quietly, getting farther away from the black dragon. It still hadn't moved from it's kill and continued to feed on it. The colo was using this to his advantage and knew from experience that the dragons considered colos creatures of little to no concern.

[dinoman666]

Gnawdwell's personal quarters were quite lavish by Skaven standards, with cushions, trophies, and other expensive things. A hole in the wall, protected by a translucent, green energy shield (powered by Warpstone of course) protected a large quantity of Warpstone, pure and untreated. A shadow dropped behind Gnawdwell as he turned off the console he was watching. Turning, he watched the Eshin Assassin approach. "Deathmaster. What can Gnawdwell do for you, as if I do not know." Deathmaster Snikch, the Chief Assassin of Clan Eshin and second only to its leader, replied in a deep, gravelly voice, "You know what I want, Gnawdwell. Where is it?" Gnawdwell turned to the shield, tapping a few keys on the keypad below it, deactivating the shield. The Warlord grabbed several pawfuls of Warpstone and handed them to Snikch, who looked over them with interest. Putting them into his cloak, Snikch said, "I think you will be happy to know Clan Liskit is being picked apart as we speak by the others." "Gnawdwell did not expect anything less." Gnawdwell replied. "By the way, Deathmaster, Gnawdwell has one more job for your master to accept." He whispered something in the Eshin adept's ear. Snikch nodded and walked off, heading out of Gnawdwell's quarters. Gnawdwell himself wondered how Snikch had gotten in his heavily guarded den, but did not ask. A curious Skaven was a short-lived Skaven, after all...

[Anaclagon]

"No idea, we ran into them while searching the area...we drove them back however the unexpected happened. Foes from the past, the Republic Wars when Revan was a Jedi, they appeared and came as allies. We were unsure so we built up defenses in our attempt to make sure they dont get through the blockaide and into the Empire but...the Droids betrayed us and a series of battles had occured. 2 planets within the Empire are still alive and plans are being made to retake the planets. However a massive astroid ripped through our blockaide and into the captial planet. However forces scrambled and its defenses itself defeated the foes with minimal loses but it proved peace wasnt all it seemed. Attempts for further advancement stopped and the Empire prepared itself for another Galactic War, our military began to build up massivly, ships being quickly assembled and ready as we begin to unleash our "Super Weapons" weapons that usually were kept in hiding are being ready. Right now everything is odd, we are planning massive attacks on several sectors in retailation as Revan himself is ready to lead" The General replied. The Elite itself however did not see scared from the ammount of warships he spoke off...prehaps the Elite did not understand the number millions or prehaps they were stronger then he realized.

Regardless, the defenses of the Empire will hold...Revan was starting to grow impatient with the ammount of time it was taking to attack one of the planets. It should have been easier and so far the Empire was ready...their new "Super Star Destroyers" had not had a name yet but looked much different then the original Super Star Destroyers aka, the Executor Class. Still in other cases the ground forces were being built on just like the fleet itself..

[dinoman666]

More Brawler-class ships had been made, and the Droid fleet had grown immensely over time. It would take an incredible amount of firepower to even get through the outer defenses. On top of this, Grievous actually had control over another planet, one the Empire never even went near...

[Doc 42]

Far away from the imperials... Far away from the Marican battle ship above Genosious... A loud explosion rocked through the wasteland planet of Barabus 10... Anyone any distance away from the blast barely batted an eyelid. Barabus 10 was the pinicale of what the waste lands stood for. The amazingly rich living in paradises, the poor living in crap lands and a employment for all. But top of their heap of achievements, No Police force. No Military. Just a corporate giant and a code of honour that states "shoot me, All my buddies shoot you. Steal my guns. All my buddies shoot you. Touch anything I own. All my buddies shoot you. Give me cash. All my buddies smile innocently"

Infact, the KDR intergalactic Bank of Anarchy had a significantly large branch stationed in the only hospitable area on the planet. It was rare for the KDR to set up anywhere public. Their's is one of the two super power currencies in existence. The KDR and the Marican star. The Marican star was your average massive corporate powerhouse of a bank. Originally set up on Maricas, but now completely independant with many different species controling it, includeing the Koult. It is widely accepted as the currency of civilised society. Governments, buisness's, ordinary people. They all make transactions in it. The KDR is the only thing keeping it in line from causeing mass panic in the galaxy at its whim. The so called "Kings of anarchy" is what you would get if you crossed a corporate genius with Rage against the Machine's music. Makeing huge buisness decsions at a whim. They refuse all applications for membership from governments and many buisnesses depending on their connections. They are dedicated to serving the inhabitants of the Wastelands. The independant colonies that reject state control. Amongst some of their strange yet brilliant policys is the option to be completely annonymous or completely out in the public. Weither to do deals like a shadow or like a massive whistleing firework. Aswell as being naturally usefull, the change also helps keep Military hardware out of the Wastelands. Weapons so expensive and dangerous they could seriously out balance the already fickle society. Seeing as these catastrophically powerful weapons are handled through the Marican star, they rarely pass into KDR hands, and when they do, its into the hands of an increidably powerful individual. Thankfully the average life expectancy for said individuals is as low as they are powerful.

One such individual was the cause of said explosion mentioned earlier. At the moment he was sitting in a comfy chair right at the top of the glad-corp tower, watching the mushroom cloud in the distance rise up. This city was pretty much his in all but title. Hell he even had a city wide P.A....

[Iceking]

A predalien that lived within the hive of the xneo empress had left to patrol the territory in case intruders wwere getting any ideas. Even though the empress was now the ascendent ruler, some rouge xenos would try to invade territories for personal gains. The empress hadn't heard anything of intruders for some time now, her hive's strength being known to all xenos alive.

[dinoman666]

Skaven craft were well-known for actually being reliable. Though powered by Warpstone, the ore had been stabilized through a long and pain-staking procedure (the explanation for why they rarely stabilize it at all). One of these craft, piloted by Deathmaster Snikch, headed for Maricas. Getting planetside would be simple. Killing his target, however, would be another matter entirely.

[Iceking]

A large rattlesnake was basking in the sunlight, letting it's body be heated. It's forked tounge flickered out of it's mouth, scenting the air for any scents. It had seen xenomorphs before and knew that they were creature that were not to be underestimated.

[Doc 42]

The Skaven craft was picked up by Maricas's defence mind but no action was taken. It was a scheduled arrival and nothing out of the ordinary. A diamond shaped pattern in the invisable laser grid opened up, a visible red fizzing line showing the doorway in...

[dinoman666]

Snikch smirked and entered through the new door. He headed down to the planet's surface...

Snikch had arrived at the Councillor's office. Naturally, no one was aware of his presence until he arrived at the office. He knocked on the Councillor's door, awaiting entry. If that didn't work, he could always blow his way in...

[Doc 42]

Carol put down the papers he had been shuffleing through, slightly annoyed at the intrusion. He pressed a button on his desk and said into the speaker "Yes?" He didn't have a secretary. None of the councilers did. They were essintially normal people. Extremely charismatic and powerful people, but normal all the same. He lived in a normal...ish house with his family.

[dinoman666]

Snikch's gravelly voice echoed back through the com, "I have an appointment with you, Councillor. It's about Skav. We have some issues to... speak about."

[Doc 42]

Carol tapped the admit entrance button and said boredly "Please come in then..." He didn't bother checking the visitors story. Wasn't much point in delaying 'its' appointment.

[dinoman666]

Snikch strode through the door, grinning enigmatically and showing off a set of cruel fangs. "Ah, Councillor. It's good to see you." He walked up to the desk, continuing. "I assume you would like to know my issue?"

[Doc 42]

The Counciller studied the alien infront of him, his mood dampening. The Skaven were re-knowned for being generally annoying. 10-1 this one was here to complain pointlessly about something. He said "Ah, yes. Please. Sit."

[dinoman666]

Snikch shook his head. "That won't be necessary, Councillor." He could almost sense the annoyance emanating from the Councillor, which only fueled his urge to kill. "This issue will not require it." Snikch's eyes darkened, and he drew one his poisoned blades from his cloak. "You see, the Skaven have gotten rather annoyed with you and the rest of your pathetic race of man-things! It's about time one of us decided to do what we should have done a long time ago!" He raised the knife, ready to stab the Councillor in the skull.

[Doc 42]

Carols eyes widened with fear. He did what his instincts told him to do. Which was handly the right thing to do aswell. The Marican counciller jumped backwards, throwing his chair up infront of him. there was no point in calling his body guard. He would have been alerted the second his vital signs showed the tell tale signals of life threatening danger. thumping foot falls could be heard approaching the room....

[dinoman666]

Snikch's blade thunked into the desk, which he swiftly wrenched out. "Hold still, or I'll make your death much more painful than it needs to be!" the Assassin hissed. He whipped his head to look at the door, growling angrily. Turning to face the Councillor, he swung his blade at the floored human, about to slice his throat.

[Doc 42]

The Counciller hurled the chair towards the blade, useing it as a make shift shield. The blade got caught between the chairs legs, cutting into the plastic legs. Just then his body guard burst into the room, shouldering the door off its hinges. A fully suited up soilder in a fast reaction Gladiator suit. The soidlers blue visor line winked viciously as he drew his rifle to his shoulder, aiming it towards the alien infront of him while fireing a spray of bullets out

[dinoman666]

Snikch leaped up and back, flipping over the bullets and pulling the blade free. He landed to the bodyguard's side, slicing the rifle's barrel neatly off.